This could either be the biggest mistake of his life, or the best decision he’d ever made. Only time would tell which one it was, but Miles had to admit he was a little apprehensive as he sat in the back of Noah’s car.

“Let’s go home,” Indy had said. Miles envied him that, a sense of truly being home somewhere. He’d lost that feeling when he’d lost his parents and sister, had never regained it. His apartment in DC was not even close to being a home. It could have been a hotel—it sure felt like it to him at times.

Noah and Indy’s house would be different, he was sure. Indy had made another reference to them being very open about sex. Miles wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but at least he didn’t have to fear a negative reaction about Brad helping him.

Which he would around five, according to plan. Apparently, he had to work late—he’d said something about a meeting—but after that, he’d promised to help Miles. Help. Now, there was a nice euphemism.

He’d made him come three times last night, so Miles should be okay till later. Though maybe he shouldn’t think about Brad too much, lest his cock decided it wanted to get a head start on things.

“This is it,” Indy said as they turned into the driveway of a dark red farmhouse. Not at all what Miles had expected. “We’ve given you the former in-law wing for now. It has its own entrance and bathroom, so you’ll have more privacy than when you’d be staying in one of the guest rooms.”

“Wow, thanks. Who did I kick out of their own bedroom?”

Indy laughed. “That would be me and Noah, but we’re fine. We confiscated the last empty guest room, and we can share a bathroom with Josh and Connor.”

Something told Miles Indy preferred sharing a bathroom with them, but he kept his mouth shut. He’d discover soon enough what the deal was with these four. Or not. He’d not yet met Josh and Connor, but according to Noah and Indy, they were fully on board with Miles moving in temporarily, even though Brad and his friend, Charlie, were also still staying there.

Noah parked the car in the driveway, as close to the front door as possible. “I’ll get Connor to help,” he said. “I don’t fully trust my leg yet, so I can’t support you.”

Miles nodded. Noah had lost a leg in Afghanistan, he’d read in Indy’s file, and had recently needed surgery to amputate even higher up, due to complications. “Okay.”

The man who stepped outside with Noah a few minutes later was massive. Broad arms and chest in a tight Red Sox shirt, strong legs. Miles recognized him from the pictures in the file. Ignatius O’Connor, called Connor by everyone. The last Miles had heard, the guy had been balls deep in the Boston crime scene, so he had no idea what had happened there.

Connor’s cheeks were flushed, as if he’d been doing something physical, and he and Noah were arguing about something.

“I don’t believe this,” Indy muttered, threw open his door and left it open as he stepped out. “Seriously? You guys were fucking again? At the rate you’re going, poor Josh won’t be able to sit for a week.”

Connor shrugged. “At least he’ll know who he belongs to.”

Noah shook his head. “You’re a regular fucking caveman, O’Connor. You would have done great with the dinosaurs.”

“Now why would I want to fuck a dinosaur? You’re not making any sense,” Connor said, his Boston accent thick.

Indy opened the door on Miles’ side. “Let’s get this guy inside so he can rest.”

Another man stepped outside. Tall, lanky, with cute, boyish looks. That had to be Joshua Gordon. He walked carefully, as if something hurt. Miles’ eyes narrowed. Had Connor hurt him? Josh took another careful step, and the source became clear. His ass. Had Indy been right? Holy crap, what kind of people were they?

Connor turned to watch Josh, and a look of pure love painted his face. Damn, but this was way more than mere fucking. Like with Noah and Indy, the love was palpable.

“You okay, babe?” Connor asked.

Josh leaned in, kissed him. “Yes, Connor.” Connor’s face lit up with happiness and a deep satisfaction.

“Shit, guys, sometime today, please?” Indy said, tapping his foot.

Connor came over. “Sorry. Connor,” he said, holding out his hand.

Miles grabbed it. There was time for questions later. “Miles. Thanks for having me.”

“Not a problem, glad to have ya. Need a hand getting out?”

“Yes, please,” Miles said. No need to be proud when it hurt like crazy.

Connor reached under his arms, lifted him up like he weighed nothing, then gently put him on his feet. Wow, badass much? He leaned heavily on the guy as they walked inside, but at least he walked. No fucking wheelchair here.

Connor led him straight to a sunny bedroom, where a king size bed was waiting for him. He sat down on the bed, panting with the effort. A gorgeous black Labrador trotted in, apparently curious what all the commotion was about.

“That’s Max, Brad’s dog,” Indy said, kneeling to take off Miles’ shoes, while Josh slung back the comforter and fluffed the pillows. It wasn’t hard to see who the homebody was here. “He loves to cuddle, but we can keep him in the living room if you want.”

“That’s fine. I like dogs,” Miles said.

“Want me to take off your pants?” Indy asked.

“Nah, that’s okay.” He was hard again. No fucking way was he showing that to these four men.

“Miles, they don’t care,” Indy said. “If you want to stay here, you gotta trust us that we’re okay with you. We want you to be able to be yourself. Nobody gives a fuck. I told you, we’re all sexual deviants here.”

Noah grinned, while Josh chuckled. “It’s true,” Josh said. “Connor’s cum is literally dripping out my ass as we speak, since he came right when you guys pulled up.”

“Joshua!” Connor’s voice sounded stern, but the twinkle in his eye belied his anger. “Do you need another spanking?”

Miles’ eyes widened. What the fuck?

“Yes, Connor. I mean, no, Connor.”

Yeah, that slip up had been completely intentional, Miles had no doubt.

“I don’t care what you do, as long as you’re not hogging the shower again. I have plans with Indy for that shower,” Noah said.

“Okay, okay.” Mile raised his hands. “Take the damn pants off. Holy fuck, I feel like I walked onto the set of a porn movie.”

Indy giggled. “Actually, it often looks like that here. That’s why we installed you here, so you can choose to limit your exposure to our…activities.”

With quick hands, he undid the waist strings of Miles’ jogging pants. “Lift your hips,” he said. Miles raised his ass off the bed, and Indy dragged the pants down, revealing Miles’ tight white boxers that were barely containing his raging hard on. Nobody so much as batted an eye, however, as if a hard on was the most normal thing in the world here.

“When’s Brad coming home?” Indy asked conversationally as he folded Miles’ pants and put them on a chair.

“Around five, he said.”

“Good. If you need anything, press the buzzer. It rings a bell in our kitchen. If you want something to eat, you’ll need to tell Josh. He’s our best cook. I can make a decent meal, but Noah and Connor will feed you crap, so choose wisely.”

Miles nodded.

“You said you wanted to take a shower? Do you think Brad would help you? The shower here has extra handrails and shit, including a shower bench, so that makes it easier. If you need more help, Connor would be happy to help you.”

Miles doubted the big guy was okay with Indy so casually offering his help, but when he looked over to Connor, he was nodding in agreement. Huh. Interesting dynamic here. Indy seemed to be at the center of it all, which Miles had not expected.

“I dunno. I’ll ask Brad, but if not, I’ll ring for help.”

Indy nodded. “We’ll let you rest. Miles…” He waited till Miles looked at him. “This is your home now. You would honor our hospitality by truly making yourself at home. Do whatever you want, okay? There’s no need to pretend here. And FYI: we have enough sheets to change the bed daily.”

His heart welled up with warmth. What had he done to deserve this friendship? It was an unexpected gift he intended to treasure. “Thank you. All of you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

They walked out, smiling and joking with each other, Max following them out. Connor slapped Josh's ass playfully, and the taller guy kissed his cheek in response. They were absolutely fucking nuts, but he’d never felt more welcome anywhere.

He took his shirt off as well, then decided to go completely nude. Fuck, he loved the sensation of his bare ass against the sheets. The downside was that it didn’t help with his boner, but he felt so free. He laid down on the bed, inhaled deeply. The sheets smelled fresh, like lavender, and the crisp cotton was cool against his heated skin. So this was what a home smelled like. He fell asleep in under a minute.

Hmm, something delicious was teasing his toes. Wet, hot, sucking. He arched his back, moaned.

His eyes flew open. What?

He lifted his head, watched in amazement as an almost naked Brad sucked on the toes of his right foot. He was sporting a black pair of loose fitting boxers on a tight, lean body. Not an ounce of fat. Miles’ big toe disappeared into Brad’s mouth and that delicious, sinful tongue lapped, sucked.

Damn, his cock was throbbing. Who knew that having your toes sucked was so damn erotic?

“Brad,” he breathed.

Brad looked up, shot him a shy smile, as he let the toe pop out. “Hi.”

“Don’t stop,” Miles said. “Please, don’t stop.”

With that, Brad sucked his big toe right back into his mouth, went down on it like it was Miles’ cock. His head nodded and his cheeks hollow, he sucked on it with a force that had Miles gasping for breath.

Brad gestured to pull up his legs, and Miles quickly obliged. His toe was sucked right back into that hot mouth, then Brad reached for his cock, fisted it tightly. One, two, three hard jerks and Miles was coming.

His cum landed everywhere, but he didn’t care. Fuck, that had been good. “Damn, that’s a turn on,” he said to Brad when he’d caught his breath.

Brad let go of his foot, shot him a sexy smile. “We’re only getting started.”

“Why are you still wearing underwear?” Miles asked. The smile on Brad’s face disappeared. Miles frowned. What had he said wrong? “It’s okay,” he said quickly. “You can… It’s okay. Whatever you prefer.”

“I don’t like being naked,” Brad said. “I prefer to leave my boxers on.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

Miles let his head rest back on the pillow. Leaning on his arms was starting to bother his ribs.

“I brought some toys,” Brad said. “And lube.”

“Have at it. Whatever you like.”

He should care, but he honestly didn’t. The orgasm had barely taken the edge off, and his balls throbbed painfully. When it got to that point, it was hard to think. All he wanted was to come, preferably hard and long so his balls would empty.

“O-o-okay.”

He’d stuttered. Was there something wrong? “I meant it when I said everything is fine with me, Brad. Whatever you feel like, or feel comfortable with.”

He closed his eyes, suddenly tired again. The bed moved, and warm hands touched his face. A cloth was pulled over his eyes, then Brad tied it. “Don’t look,” he told Miles.

Okay, that was unexpected.

“Are you clean?”

Miles frowned. Wasn’t that a bit late to ask? The guy had given him dozens of blow jobs by now. “Yeah. Got tested three months ago and haven’t had sex since.”

“Three months? Holy fuck.”

“You?” Yeah, he should’ve have asked that sooner, too.

“Yeah. I always use condoms, and I’m on PReP, but I get tested every month.”

Every month, while taking PReP? Wow, the guy must have a serious sex life. Should he trust him? It was a little late to talk safe sex now.

“I can show you my last results if you want,” Brad said more softly.

“No. It’s fine. I trust you. I’ve never gone bareback, that’s all.”

It was weird to talk when you couldn’t see the person you were talking with. Made him feel more vulnerable, yet at the same time it was easier to say shit.

“Not even with your boyfriend? Indy said you got out of a relationship a while ago.”

Miles sighed. “No. He didn’t want to, and in hindsight that made sense because it turned out he was screwing around for months. Guess I should be grateful he at least protected me from STDs.”

Brad was quiet for a few beats. “Are you sure it’s okay? We can use condoms, it’s no biggie. It’s just that it’s a hassle to have to switch condoms every time you come, ‘cause I intend to make you come a few times in a row.”

Fuck, yes, please. Paradise was around the corner, Miles could taste it. “No. It’s fine. I trust you.” It didn’t make sense at all, but he really did.

The bed moved again, and Miles felt Brad touch his legs. A cap was flicked open, lube squeezed out. “Pull your feet up. Now raise your hips.”

Pillows were stacked under his ass, lifting it off the mattress. Miles was completely focused on hearing, feeling, now that he’d lost his ability to see.

A slick finger pushed against his back entrance. “Let me in,” Brad said.

Miles pushed back, sighing when the finger popped past his ring. He’d never been a strict top, but it had been a while since he’d been fucked. Casey had been the last one and even that had been months before he’d broken up with him.

In hindsight, there had been a great deal of issues with their relationship, and Casey being a bottom only who hated to top had been one of them. Miles loved to fuck, but he loved bottoming as well. He’d rarely gotten the opportunity with Casey, one of the many signals their relationship was never as solid as he had thought it to be.

Brad rubbed his pucker with his finger, circled it a few times, before adding another one. Wordlessly he pushed, circled, scissored, and stretched. Miles bit back a moan. Everything this man did felt so delicious, setting fire to his skin and insides.

Brad pulled his fingers out and Miles let out a whimper of disappointment. Brad chuckled. “You like that, huh? No worries, I got something better.”

A slick pressure demanded to be let in, and Miles bore down. A dildo. Brad pushed slowly until it was completely in. It created a hot burning that spread from his ass to his balls, and all the way to the tip of his cock. It made him want to fuck, badly.

Again, something he hadn’t done in a while. He’d had a few one night stands since Casey, but they had been highly unsatisfactory. Most men could not appreciate a premature ejaculation—and the mere act of fucking turned him on too much to keep himself from orgasming.

“You like having something in your hole?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It makes my orgasm more intense. Especially when it…ohhh!”

Brad had pulled the dildo back, then slid it back in, aiming directly for Miles’ prostate. “Fuck, yeah, like that…”

Brad repeated the move, causing goosebumps all over Miles’ skin. “Do you prefer stopping when you come, or continuing, so your orgasms come right on top of each other?” Brad asked.

“If I can keep going, fuck straight through an orgasm, ‘cause the next one is way more intense.”

Nobody had ever asked him this kind of shit. Not even Casey. He’d merely wanted to know how Miles got off quickest, not what felt best for him.

“Can I try something?”

“Brad, my love, you can try whatever the fuck you want, as long as you…”

The dildo was yanked out of his ass, then shoved back in. Miles let out a yelp that transformed in a deep moan when Brad repeated the move. His balls buzzed with excitement, hiding flush against his body. Come on, come on, so close…

“Ooooohhhh…” The moan was so loud everyone in the house would be able to hear it, but he didn’t care. His balls contracted, then emptied as his cock spurted. The dildo was rammed right back in, causing him to emit another load onto the sheets.

He was still panting, when he felt a weight on his legs, then a hand on his dick, which was still trembling with aftershocks. The damn thing was still hard, of course. What was Brad doing? His answer came when his cock was pressing against something warm, tight, then popped in.

“Shitshitshit…whatareyoudoing? Ohmyfuckyoufeelgood,” Miles babbled. His cock speared straight into a tight, slick heat, aided by his own cum and what felt like some extra lube inside of Brad. Brad was fucking him. Holy shit, he was riding him.

His hands sought, found Brad’s hips. He was still too weak to help him lift up and sink back down, but at least he could touch him. Brad had the perfect rhythm going, fast enough to rebuild his orgasm from the ground up, but not so slow it would take forever.

“Fuck, I want to turn you over and fuck the shit out of you,” Miles groaned.

“When you’re healed, you can have my ass as long as you want to. This one is on me.”

He moved his hand toward where Brad’s cock had to be, but his hand was slapped away. “Don’t touch my dick.”

“I want you to come, too,” Miles protested.

“This isn’t about me. Do not touch me, or I walk away.”

For a second he wondered what the issue was with him touching Brad, but then his arousal got the better of him. He raised his hips as Brad moved downward, moaned with satisfaction at the increased force.

“You’re so fucking responsive. It’s like taking candy from a baby. I love it,” Brad panted.

Was it Miles’ imagination, or was Brad more free with him now that Miles couldn’t see him? Interesting.

Brad shifted slightly and the next move downward was so deep, it made Miles’ teeth rattle. “I’m close,” he warned.

Two thrusts later, he lost the battle. He shouted it out, as he came inside Brad, who sat down on him and stopped moving. A second later, he reached backward and shoved the dildo back into Miles’ ass, straight at his prostate. He was still orgasming when his balls erupted all over again, sending wave after wave of white, blinding pleasure through his body. He shuddered, winced as pain traveled through his battered body, then ground his teeth at the force of his release.

His lungs drew in a desperate breath, as his legs jerked once more. Holy fuck, he’d never, ever come that hard. He’d had what felt like two orgasms at once. “What the fuck was that?” he managed.

“You like?”

“You damn near killed me.”

Miles’ soft cock slipped out of Brad’s ass, a testament to how intense his orgasm had been. He was truly sated, and that didn’t happen very often.

“Don’t take your blindfold off yet,” Brad said. The weight from Miles’ hips disappeared, leaving him strangely lonely. He’d felt connected to Brad, even with the blindfold on. But if Brad needed him to not see him naked, for whatever reason, he’d respect that.

Seconds later, the blindfold was untied and he blinked against the sudden light. Brad leaned over him, kneeling on the bed, his boxers back on. His cock was soft, so he must have come, though Miles had no idea how or when.

“Hi,” Brad said, with that cute, shy smile.

“Hi back atcha. That was pretty intense, man. The good intense. I’ve never come so hard.”

The proud smile on Brad’s face did funny things to Miles’ insides. Why did the guy take such pride in pleasing Miles, a complete stranger? He was an enigma, this one.

“They say an anal orgasm is different from a penile one, so I wondered how it would feel for you to have them both on top of each other.”

“Really, really, really good. That’s how that felt, in case you were wondering.”

Brad grinned. “I got that impression, yeah.”

“Any chance you’d be willing to help me shower?”